No villain2 need be! Passions spin the plot:
We are betray’d by what is false within.
— GEORGE MEREDITH.
“I CAN’T get out,” said Sterne’s starling, looking through the bars of his cage.
“I will get out,” said Hugh Scarlett to himself, seeing no bars, but half conscious of a cage. “I will get out,” he repeated, as his hansom took him swiftly from the house in Portman Square, where he had been dining, towards that other house in Carlton House Terrace, whither his thoughts had travelled on before him, outdistancing the Trip-Clip-Clop, Trip-Clip-Clop of the horse.
It was a hot night in June. Hugh had thrown back his overcoat, and the throng3 of passers-by in the street could see, if they cared to see, “the glass of fashion” in the shape of white waistcoat and shirt front, surmounted4 by the handsome, irritated face of their owner, leaning back with his hat tilted5 over his eyes.
Trip-Clip-Clop went the horse.
A great deal of thinking may be compressed into a quarter of an hour, especially if it has been long eluded6.
“I will get out,” he said again to himself with an impatient movement. It was beginning to weary him, this commonplace intrigue7 which had been so new and alluring8 a year ago. He did not own it to himself, but he was tired of it. Perhaps the reason why good resolutions have earned for themselves such an evil repute as paving stones is because they are often the result, not of repentance9, but of the restlessness that dogs an evaporating pleasure. This liaison10 had been alternately his pride and his shame for many months. But now it was becoming something more, which it had been all the time, only he had not noticed it till lately — a fetter11, a clog12, something irksome, to be cast off and pushed out of sight. Decidedly the moment for the good resolution had arrived.
“I will break it off,” he said again. “Thank heaven not a soul has ever guessed it.”
How could any one have guessed it?
He remembered the day when he had first met her a year ago, and had looked upon her as merely a pretty woman. He remembered other days, and the gradual building up between them of a fairy palace. He had added a stone here, she a stone there, until suddenly it became — a prison. Had he been tempter or tempted14? He did not know. He did not care. He wanted only to be out of it. His better feelings and his conscience had been awakened15 by the first touch of weariness. His brief infatuation had run its course. His judgment16 had been whirled — he told himself it had been whirled, but it had really only been tweaked — from its centre, had performed its giddy orbit, and now the check-string had brought it back to the point from whence it had set out, namely, that she was merely a pretty woman.
“I will break with her gradually,” he said, like the tyro17 he was, and he pictured to himself the wretched scenes in which she would abuse him, reproach him, probably compromise herself, the letters she would write to him. At any rate he need not read them. Oh! how tired he was of the whole thing beforehand. Why had he been such a fool? He looked at the termination of the liaison as a bad sailor looks at an inevitable18 sea passage at the end of a journey. It must be gone through, but the prospect19 of undergoing it filled him with disgust.
A brougham passed him swiftly on noiseless wheels, and the woman in it caught a glimpse of the high-bred clean-shaved face, half savage20, half sullen21 in the hansom.
“Anger, impatience22 and remorse,” she said to herself, and finished buttoning her gloves.
“Thank heaven not a soul has ever guessed it,” repeated Hugh fervently23, as the hansom came suddenly to a standstill.
In another moment he was taking Lady Newhaven’s hand as she stood at the entrance of her amber24 drawing-room beside a grove25 of pink orchids26.
He chatted a moment, greeted Lord Newhaven, and passed on into the crowded rooms. How could any one have guessed it? No breath of scandal had ever touched Lady Newhaven. She stood beside her pink orchids, near her fatigued-looking, gentle-mannered husband, a very pretty woman in white satin and diamonds. Perhaps her blonde hair was a shade darker at the roots than in its waved coils; perhaps her blue eyes did not look quite in harmony with their blue-black lashes27; but the whole effect had the delicate conventional perfection of a cleverly touched-up chromo-lithograph. Of course tastes differ. Some people like chromo-lithographs, others don’t. But even those who do are apt to become estranged28. They may inspire love, admiration29, but never fidelity30. Most of us have in our time hammered nails into our walls, which, though they now decorously support the engravings and etchings of our maturer years, were nevertheless originally driven in to uphold the cherished, the long since discarded chromos of our foolish youth.
The diamond sun upon Lady Newhaven’s breast quivered a little, a very little, as Hugh greeted her, and she turned to offer the same small smile and gloved hand to the next comer, whose name was leaping before him from one footman to another.
“Mr. Richard Vernon.”
Lady Newhaven’s wide blue eyes looked vague. Her hand hesitated. This strongly built, ill-dressed man, with his keen brown deeply scarred face and crooked31 mouth, was unknown to her.
Lord Newhaven darted32 forward.
“Dick!” he exclaimed, and Dick shot forth33 an immense mahogany hand, and shook Lord Newhaven’s warmly.
“Well,” he said, after Lord Newhaven had introduced him to his wife, “I’m dashed if I knew who either of you were. But I found your invitation at my club when I landed yesterday, so I decided13 to come and have a look at you. And so it is only you, Cackles, after all”—(Lord Newhaven’s habit of silence had earned for him the sobriquet34 of “Cackles”)—“I quite thought I was going into — well, ahem! — into society. I did not know you had got a handle to your name. How did you find out I was in England?”
“My dear fellow, I didn’t,” said Lord Newhaven, gently drawing Dick aside, whose back was serenely35 blocking a stream of new arrivals. “I fancy — in fact, I’m simply delighted to see you. How is the wine getting on? But I suppose there must be other Dick Vernons on my wife’s list. Have you the card with you?”
“Rather,” said Dick, “always take the card with me since I was kicked out of a miner’s hop36 at Broken Hill because I forgot it. ‘No gentleman will be admitted in a paper shirt’ was mentioned on it, I remember. A concertina and candles in bottles. Ripping while it lasted. I wish you had been there.”
“I wish I had.” Lord Newhaven’s tired, half-closed eye opened a little. “But the end seems to have been unfortunate.”
“Not at all,” said Dick, watching the new arrivals with his head thrown back. “Fine girl that; I’ll take a look at the whole mob of them directly. They came round next day to say it had been a mistake, but there were four or five cripples who found that out the night before. Here is the card.”
Lord Newhaven glanced at it attentively37, and then laughed.
“It is four years old,” he said; “I must have put you on my mother’s list, not knowing you had left London. It is in her writing.”
“I’m rather late,” said Dick composedly, “but I am here at last. Now, Cack — Newhaven, if that’s your noble name — as I am here, trot38 out a few heiresses, would you? I want to take one or two back with me. I say, ought I to put my gloves on?”
“No, no. Clutch them in your great fist as you are doing now.”
“Thanks. I suppose, old chap, I’m all right? Not had on an evening-coat for four years.”
Dick’s trousers were too short for him, and he had tied his white tie with a waist to it. Lord Newhaven had seen both details before he recognised him.
“Quite right,” he said hastily. “Now, who is to be the happy woman?”
Dick’s hawk-eye promenaded39 over the crowd in the second room, in the doorway40 of which he was standing41.
“That one,” he said, “the tall girl in the green gown talking to the Bishop42.”
“You have a wonderful eye for heiresses. You have picked out the greatest in London. That is Miss Rachel West. You say you want two.”
“One at a time, thanks. I shall take her down to supper. I suppose — er — there is supper at this sort of thing, isn’t there?”
“Of a kind. You need not be afraid of the claret; it isn’t yours.”
“Catch you giving your best at a crush,” retorted Dick. “The Bishop’s moving. Hurry up.”
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1 tragic | |
adj.悲剧的,悲剧性的,悲惨的 | |
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战胜( surmount的过去式和过去分词 ); 克服(困难); 居于…之上; 在…顶上 | |
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v.(尤指机敏地)避开( elude的过去式和过去分词 );逃避;躲避;使达不到 | |
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7 intrigue | |
vt.激起兴趣,迷住;vi.耍阴谋;n.阴谋,密谋 | |
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10 liaison | |
n.联系,(未婚男女间的)暖昧关系,私通 | |
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